i like it dark + sweet. dirty 30s. storyteller. keanuverse, 18+ , minors DNI, primary blog @apirateslifeforme123 | A03 johnwickb1tsch. not currently taking requests.
Ft. JOHN WICK, john constantine, DONAKA MARK, tom ludlow, DON JOHN, jack traven, FRANK, kevin lomax, PAUL SUTTON, neo, TEX JOHNSON, donnie barksdale, CONOR O'NEIL, gabriel, SHANE FALCO, julian mercer, MARTIN LOADER, richard ramsay, NELSON MOSS, tommy warnecki, MATT, lucas hill, BRZRKR, johnny utah, & more...⬇️⬇️⬇️
( most y/n fics are fem gender but [attempted] no real mention of specific appearance, race, body type. when i say Reader is small, I just mean in comparison to HIM, b/c c'mon...🥵🥵) ... ✨️=COMPLETE! ...best viewed with goth rave or dark mode color palette 😈 dividers by strangergraphics💜🙏 serial likes encouraged 💙 reblogs appreciated! 🙌 comments adored! 🌟😊
J O H N W I C K:
BITTERSWEET - Yandere!John x fem!reader coffee shop au All Chapters ✨️NOW COMPLETE!✨️
☕ Governess to Dog - a bittersweet spinoff after ch 10, total pining and fluff, sweet john, no dark stuff.
☕️ AU spinoff ft Jack Traven & Tom Ludlow
☕ girl, resurrected - Jack Traven x Reader AU fic alternate ending chapter 1/chapter map
you're the worst thing (i'm addicted to) - John x Helen'sSister!Reader fic │ Part 1 │Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 A03
THE DEVILS' TRIANGLE - Tex Johnson x Reader x John Wick (x Constantine) Yandere Collab with the diabolical @treedaddymcpuffpuff & @sweetwolfcupcake *so many dead doves here be warned...* Original Imagine COVER/Chapter Map
bodyguard!Wick x shy!curvy!student!fem!Reader fic✨️
LESSONS IN ANATOMY - a yandere art professor Wick x model muse! reader AU chapter 1/->chapter map
The One With The Hot Neighbor Who Works For The Mob... - A Friends inspired shy!Reader x John short
The Night Nurse - John x Helen - on hiatus bc my heart is fragile 😭😭😭 CH 1 │ CH 2 │ CH 3 │ CH 4 │ CH 5 │ CH 6 │ CH 7 │ CH 8 CH 9. CH 10. │ A03
john wick x reader x helen threesome imagine
John x Helen'sSister!Reader Imagine✨️
John Wick x Tarasov'sDaughter!Reader Imagine✨️
Constantine x Reader x John Wick Imagine✨️
Young!John Wick & Model!Reader Imagine part 1 /chapter map✨️
John x Wife!Reader Fix it Imagine✨️
gentleman john wick headcanon✨️
just a warm up drabble✨️
assassin!Reader x John Wick fic outline
When John Met Helen fic outline
the morning after john x shy reader drabble
J O H N C O N S T A N T I N E
THE GIRL NEXT DOOR- Constantine x Vampire!Reader (ft John Wick/BRZRKR) + Don John Fic ALL CHAPTERS ✨️COMPLETE!✨️-- BONUS: the deleted scene
young!Constantine x witch!Reader imagine in India Pt 1
Constantine x Vampire!Reader Neighbor Imagine✨️
D O N A K A M A R K
Sympathy for the Devil ch 1 - Donaka Mark x housekeeper!Reader fic CHAPTER MAP
rager. a donaka mark x reader x john wick oneshot. 6500 words.
business arrangement - a Donaka Mark x stripper!Reader AU - 3500 words
Donaka Mark x MartialArtist!Reader Imagine ✨️
Donaka Mark x Secretary!Reader Imagine✨️
T O M L U D L O W
EXCESSIVE FORCE - Tom Ludlow x Nurse!Reader collab w the AMAZING @treedaddymcpuffpuff on A03!
D O N J O H N
THE BASTARD'S MISTRESS - a don John x servant!Reader fic✨️
pirate don john imagine
J A C K T R A V E N
break me, softly - a Jack Traven x fem!NurseReader fic✨️
see girl, resurrected above!
F R A N K - (DESTINATION WEDDING)
Vino Veritas - A Frank x Reader Destination Wedding Fic ✨️NOW COMPLETE!😛✨️ CHAPTER MAP
see weary memory below under Nelson Moss!
K E V I N L O M A X🔥
peep toe pumps - a kevin lomax x femSecretary!reader fic✨️
P A U L S U T T O N
Andar Conmigo - A Walk in the Clouds Paul Sutton x fem!Reader x Don John Fic Chapter Map bonus: don john's charro suit ✨️complete!✨️
modern au winery imagine
N E O
naughty neo x reader drabble✨️
T E X J O H N S O N
🌻Small Town Girl ~ a Tex Johnson x Reader fic (Donnie Barksdale mentioned) Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3
Vacation Flirtation - You're sitting next to Tex on a plane. It all spirals from there... ✨️✨️
D O N N I E B A R K S D A L E
US Marshall!Reader x Donnie Barksdale revenge fic snippet
S H A N E F A L C O
🐚🧜♀️⛵Shane Falco x mermaid reader AU
C O N O R O ' N E I L
oral agreement - you make a bet w Conor drabble 🤭
D R. J U L I A N M E R C E R
dr. julian is your gyno romcom imagine
G A B R I E L THE A N G E L
imagine
M A R T I N L O A D E R / R I C H A R D R A M S A Y
forbidden fruit - a tune in tomorrow / the whole truth crossover
R I C H A R D R A M S A Y
the art of war - a soft yandere RR short
N E L S O N M O S S
weary memory - a Nelson Moss becomes Frank x reader amenesia trope fic
T O M M Y W A R N E C K I
the morning after x reader teenage drama oneshot
BOTS
-Donaka Mark - He's your security consultant.
-Donaka Mark - You meet on a yacht.
-Donaka Mark - He's your best friend's dad...
-Martin Loader - He wants to run away with you. (From Tune In Tomorrow)
-Dhampir John Wick (based on The Girl Next Door) He thinks you're his reincarnated wife Yelena...
I was avoiding this film for so many years because I've read and heard so many people say, that it's really bad.
But last night, this film singlehandedly restored my faith in love, in finding a partner that matches my energy, I would almost go so far and say, it restored my faith in humanity.
Those two very neurotic, sarcastic, blunt characters were everything I needed to see for 1.5 hours.
an illicit affair in his youth will fuel an obsession that grips Richard Ramsay for the rest of his life… it's a Tune in Tomorrow meets The Whole Truth crossover set in the 1950s…wow today class we're getting into the keanuverse deepcuts. 😂 In this story Martin Loader's character is Richard Ramsay's backstory. But I've decided to name Keanu's character Richard throughout for continuity. Clear as mud? Ok let's go. 😘 Reader is very much based on Aunt Julia's character from the movie and the book by Mario Vargas Llosa. Don't look at me like that! 😂 She's tough, sarcastic, a divorcée that's been around the block a few times, but deep down she's got a good heart.
Warnings: Age gap, older woman. Incest if you squint? (they're not actually related but its tricky/squicky. I will point out that at this time kissing cousins was still very much a thing.) Obsessive, possessive love. Period correct misogyny, sexism, ageism, fallen woman-ism, purity culture bullshit, spousal discipline, slapping. This is set in a time when the social norms, the rules of society and the law made it almost impossible for a woman to get by without a husband. Not really something we want to regress back to, if you ask me…*cough*
I.
-You have a reputation in your family as the bohemian black sheep. you ran away from home and married way too young, even if just to take the choice for yourself, and not bow your family's society matchmaking machinations.
-Your first husband was a promising artist. in fact…he was your drawing tutor, and when you ran away together to New York it was the scandal of the hour of New Orleans society. he was a dear man who loved you, and you had some good times before he was called up to serve, and you lost him to a German machine gun battery in 1943.
-Losing your first love leaves a wound that never really heals, and maybe you choose your second husband with a bit more practicality. He is going places. Or so he says. He's a big talker, you come to find out, and when things don't really pan out over the years the way he thought they would he starts to drink too much, and blames you.
-When Ricky picks you up at the train station that fateful day in 1951, the remnants of your ex-husband's last parting gift shade your left eye. Makeup only goes so far, and you're extra embarrassed when he divulges that your sister Olga is throwing a surprise party to herald your return home. "I hate men," you snarl, checking yourself in the mirror, winning raised eyebrows from the young member of the condemned demographic beside you.
-But then, you don't see him that way. Not yet. Not when you remember sneaking him extra cookies from the counter when he barely came up to your elbow. How old was he the last time you saw him? 6? 7? Maybe he calls you aunt y/n, but you're not actually related by blood. He's your sister's husband's brother's boy. Little Ricky. Sweet but mischievous, as you recall. A little too smart for his own good, but then people said that about you too.
Maybe they'd been right though.
-When you arrive at Olga's Ricky is all too glad to be rid of you. He's not too sure what to think about you, leaning towards the popular familial opinion that you are pure trouble. In fact, he's never met a woman like you. You are nothing like the sweet young southern girls he knows from school, flirtatious yet demure. You speak your mind. You have strong opinions. And even if you are pushing thirty, you're still good-looking enough that the men at the party flock to you, randy old goats who would condemn you in public but are still mighty intrigued by your reputation as a double divorcée—much to your chagrin.
-Ah well. Not his problem. Or so he thinks, until you outright lie when old Emery LeBlanc tries to wrangle you into a dinner invitation. "So sorry but I can't, Ricky here is taking me to a movie."
He is?
-To make matters worse, he actually shows up for said movie the next night—but you don't. Annoyed to the soles of his shoes, he rolls his eyes and goes to see the damn thing anyway, tearing up your ticket. He tells himself he wasn't looking forward to seeing you, just being nice to an old lady. He's 21, after all, and you've got to be at least what? 30? Practically a dried up old maid… That's what society has told him, at any rate, but deep down, his caveman brain thinks you're still a perfectly nubile woman.
-You cross paths later at a family dinner, all dolled up on the arm of an accountant who has money but is dull as a box of rocks. See, you've decided this round you're marrying for money. You're done with being poor, and if you have to put up with another ridiculous creature of a man you're going to be compensated for it.
-It's one of the nicest restaurants in New Orleans with a menu full of delicious creole dishes. Yet when your beau tries to order the plain white sole for you, well…Ricky feels sorry for you. And then you blow his mind, when you insouciantly order the lobster and scarf down every succulent little bit of it with butter, cracking the claws with an almost violent glee. He doesn't know why its so mesmerizing to watch you enjoying yourself—while horrifying your date all the while. You've got moxie, and for some reason watching you out the corner of his eye makes young Richard tingle.
-Your date excuses himself from the table, and never really comes back, mingling around the room with other acquaintances, cleary intimidated by you. Maybe it was the wine with dinner, or maybe the moment under the table when he retrieved your napkin and got an eyeful of your shapely gams—but he feels bold enough to ask you to dance.
-You agree on a lark, thinking young Ricky is being cute. But when his hand slides just a little too low down the small of your back you jump in his arms. "Watch that hand, kid," you scold.
"I'm not a kid anymore," he insists, and maybe that's the moment that you really notice how tall he's grown, and how the arms around you could hold you there whether you like it or not. There's a gleam in his onyx dark eyes that makes you sigh—inwardly.
"Alright, fine, if you're such a man then remember your manners with a lady," you retort, winning a smirk that you should twist his ear for…but it makes something tingle low in your belly. His hand returns to the safer territory of the small of your back—but he holds you a little too close, and you wonder if this is going to turn into a problem for you.
-The answer to that is yes, yes it is. He has the nerve to come visit you one day when Olga is out and you're all alone in the big Garden District mansion. He brings you flowers—and has the audacity to plant a saucy kiss right on your lips. At first you're too shocked to move—but then you slap him.
"I don't know what you've heard about me, but that is not how you treat a lady, Ricky."
"It's Richard. Or Rick," he has the nerve to volley back, those lovely dark eyes sparkling.
"Okay, Richard. You think I let just anyone buy a kiss with drugstore carnations?"
"I thought you liked me."
"Sure I do. I'm your aunt."
"We're not related." He sidles closer again, the confident little—alright, he's a tall shit—and you find yourself backed into the corner of the kitchen counters.
"It would be a scandal and you know it."
"I thought you liked scandals?"
"Ricky…"
"Richard."
"Whatever. I am looking for husband. Preferably a rich old one, with a heart condition."
"Look away. Doesn't mean we can't have a little fun."
You look him up and down with a frown, trying to take him down a peg. But unfortunately, he's handsome, and broad shouldered, and towers over you by a head and a half and your idiotic libido is whispering that a little fun wouldn't hurt anyone.
"I doubt you even know what to do with a woman like me," you try to head him off.
"I know plenty," he insists with that smirk, daring to look you over in exactly the same way, and goddammit if it doesn't make you ache inside. "I lost my cherry five years ago," he proudly informs you with all the confidence of an alley cat—it makes you think he's definitely still a virgin, or at least not half as experienced as he claims.
"Alright, don Juan," you challenge him. "You want to play with the big boys? The least you can do is take me on a date."
"Let's have a picnic tomorrow," he offers up. "I'll take you to the beach."
That actually…sounds nice. "You're on. Spend a day with me, kid, I bet you won't even like me by the end of it."
He narrows his eyes at your challenge, sidling even closer. The truth is, since the restaurant he can't stop thinking about you. You're like a song he can't get out of his head. It's true, you're not always nice. But you might be one of the most interesting women he's ever met. You're utterly unpredictable, harsh as bleach one minute and sweet as sugar the next.
And it doesn't help that every time you run your mouth, he wants to shut you up by kissing you.
"I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart. Wear something pretty." He stoops to kiss you, but you turn your head at the last minute, taking it on the cheek.
He narrows his eyes at you, but accepts his defeat for now, sauntering out with a smug smile. You're not sure if you've signed up for an afternoon outing with a suitor, or an all out fencing match.
-It's a beautiful day at the beach, blue skies and cotton puff clouds. There's not a soul around on this weekday on the Gulf, you feel like you own the place. Richard sneaks a few peeks while you change, and he has hearts in his eyes when he sees you in your cute onepiece swimsuit, polkadots with a little bow on the bodice. He wants to grab you up and kiss you all over, but he bides his time, not keen on getting slapped again.
In fact, he knows he better feed you if he has a prayer of winning you over. He gets his fishing gear and wades in knee deep, and catches the two of you lunch fresh from the sea. He sets the unlucky fishy up on a spit to roast, and the two of you lounge together on a blanket in the shade of an umbrella.
-Maybe because you don't take this terribly seriously you feel free to be absolutely honest with him. You tell him all about your life in New York, the characters you knew and the things you've seen. You're a painter too, and you've spent some time around the art scene with husbands 1 and 2. Sadly you've never been taken seriously on your own though—you've always been viewed as a curious accessory to your men, even though you were as good as your once tutor at the end, and certainly more talented than #2. You're smart and funny, in your acidic little way, pulling no punches, and Richard is surprised that he likes to listen to you talk.
He admits something he hasn't told anyone in the family to you—that maybe he's going to law school, but what he really wants is to go to Paris and become a writer.
But you think he'll make a great lawyer someday. He certainly loves to argue just for the sake of it, and is damnably good at playing the Devil's advocate if for anything just to needle you. It's exhilarating and exhausting and by the time the two of you are laid out on the blanket in the sand waiting for the fish to cook, you could take a nap. You even have the harebrained idea it might even be nice to try that out in his arms, and it's most unhelpful when he scoots closer to you, his long body stretched out beside yours, a smile curling the corner of his shapely mouth like he knows just what you're thinking.
"Maybe I'll write a book about you," he teases, brushing your hair behind your ear. "The Adventures of My Aunt Y/n."
"You'd better not," you warn him.
"Or what?" he challenges, pinching your chin gently with his thumb. This little turd. Why is he so delightful?
"You haven't seen me mad yet, young man. You might not like it." The fire in your eyes sends a thrill down his spine.
"Hmm. Sounds…terrifying." Of course he says this while looking at your mouth.
"Don't patronize me."
"I wouldn't dare."
"You just think you're the slickest—"
You don't know what you were going to call him, because he presses his mouth to yours, and for a long thirty seconds you are absolutely lost. It doesn't help either when he rolls over on top of you, that lean body pressing you down into the soft sand. He smirks down at you, though there's a tenderness in his eyes as he strokes your hair back that melts your heart a little too much.
“Honestly I always thought you were kind of mysterious. Everyone acts scandalized because they have to, but deep down…I think they’re jealous too.”
“I just…didn’t want to be their pawn. I went my own way. Maybe I got a little lost somewhere though.”
"You think so?"
“It’s not all its cracked up to be, you know. La vie bohème.”
"No? It sounds like a lovers' paradise to me."
"It is for a little while. But then…it wears on you. The uncertainty of it all. You've never even left home, you can't understand."
You try to sit up, but he pulls you back down. "I understand, y/n. I'm not stupid."
"No, but you're young. God, you're young. What are we even doing here? Richard…" When you try to get up again he pins you this time, kissing you with a passion that curls your toes and lights your skin on fire, your nails digging into his shoulders, your leg curled over his hip. The hard bulge that presses into your center is surprisingly impressive, and you can't stop from rolling your hips against his.
He knows you intend to find a man with money who can take care of you—but in that moment with you in his arms he finds the thought of another man touching you drives him crazy. He wants you to be his.
He doesn't even know what he's babbling about, as he kisses down your neck, the curve of your collarbone, the sweet sweet swell of your breast. "I could take care of you, y/n," he sighs against your skin, his big hand running up your thigh. "Give me a chance."
This was not the way you expected this conversation, or this date, to go. "Ricky…"
When he doesn't listen to you, very intent on getting his teeth in the bodice of your suit to pull it down, you grab a handful of his heartbreakingly soft dark hair, turning his face up to yours. "We're just having fun, remember? Don't get ahead of yourself."
The earnest way he looks at you makes your heart sink like a stone. Gone is the cocky young man who's so sure he holds the whole world in the palm of his hand. The look in his eyes is pure puppy love. It's so endearing, and you know it has to stop, even if it feels so good to see that adoration in a man's eyes again. You could bask in it like sunshine.
Yet the cynical side of you wonders how much he's confused lust with the nobler emotions. They're hard to pull apart, when it's all so new. Maybe you're both just idiots.
Finally he speaks, "You think you're so hardened by the world, y/n, but I see you. I think deep down, you're a romantic too." Pinned by his sincere gaze, you struggle for a decent breath, your chest heaving like some two-bit pulp fiction cover girl.
The thunk of the fish falling off the spit into the fire saves you.
"Ah, shoot!" He scrambles up to save your lunch, and in that moment he's a boy again, adorable and awkward. He's a confusing mix of youthful innocence and brazen masculinity. He hasn't quite found his feet yet. When he does…he will be something to be reckoned with.
With a sadness in your heart, you're sure you'll be long gone by then. If you go through with this, someone else would reap the rewards of the lessons you could teach him. You don't even know her name yet, but you know she's a lucky little bitch.
Hmm, what about a string of incidents and murders that Jack has a strong inkling about the reader being linked to it all?
But cannot prove it. It consumes him, it frustrates him, and as much as he hates to admit it, it finally gives him something to chase and keep chasing.
The cat and mouse soon turn dangerous when he crosses lines he could have never thought he would, and it becomes more about the reader than the cases. Maybe he is no longer the heroic cop he though thimself to be.
You nod and close your ledger, storing it back in your briefcase. Winston is about to stand up to accompany you to the door of his office. You take a deep breath.
“I have one more inquiry. It’s personal and confidential.”
His eyebrows rise.
“My husband put a contract on me. Terms, ‘It has to be an accident – confidential on punishment by death’. I need John Wick to kill him before someone fulfills that contract.”
“I need proof.”
That you expected and it’s not the difficult part of this deal.
“I can prove the payment made to bookkeeping. The amount is 3 million.” You retrieve the copies from your case. Internally cursing your shaking hand.
“We both know Konstantin has no open contracts even close to that.”
Winston quietly looks the copies over. Then he leans back and studies you.
“You have a point. Is your family fronting the money for the contract?”
Now, that’s the difficult part.
“No. To them I’m the accountant. I’m replaceable. But my services and my loyalty can be very valuable to someone else.” You bite your lip to leave it at that.
He changes his seating position in the brown, leather chair.
“You have someone in mind?”
Your heart races. But you prepared your answer carefully. You got this far.
“John Wick. He’s back. He’s independent – since he left his family. As a finance expert and assistant, I can make his life considerably easier and him a good deal richer.”
“So, you’re proposing an exchange of services?” He folds his hands.
“Yes.” You lean forward. He has not said no yet. So, you continue, “The second Konstantin is dead – so is my loyalty to my entire family. I have no other loyalties. I paid all my dues. I fulfilled all my obligations. John Wick will be the only person I owe anything to.”
That statement gets him to draw in a sharp breath. Because Winston knows something your father doesn’t. There is power in controlling the money and knowledge.
“For how long?”
“What would you suggest?”
His answer – “10 years.” – makes you flinch. That’s...longer than you anticipated but it’s still preferable to being dead in a number of weeks. You nod hesitantly, “All right.”
Winston nods as well. “I’ll contact John and set up a meeting tomorrow if possible. I’d say we have a discrepancy to discuss.”
You’re almost dizzy with relief. You were not sure he’d take your offer to John Wick. Though convincing the Baba Yaga may be another feat entirely.
“Yes, that works. I’ll wait for your call.” Now, you both get up and he ushers you out of his office.
So, this has been sitting in my maybes for months now. Simply because more than two series at a time is just not doable for me.
And John Wick is anything but a simple man - his world is dark and cruel (not unlike ours) - meaning a one-shot couldn't do him justisce. But 'What Counts' might?
John Wick is used to fighting - making his series the second contender in my poll.
